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The monks held their sticks and stared at the tiger, and the panicked crowd gradually quieted down.

The governor Zhang looked around for a while and found that no one stood up, so he raised his hand and asked, It's difficult, abbot, when we went up the mountain, didn't we have already screened it with the mountain guarding prohibition? What is the reason for this screening now? a process?

There are two regulations. One is to prohibit, scan the sea of ​​​​qi, spirit veins, and veins.

The second is to observe the heart with a mirror.

It's hard to say something lightly,

Several monks walked over carrying a huge bronze mirror staggeringly, and erected the mirror on the ground in front of the circular bar.

The bronze mirror is oval in shape, the mirror surface is clean and shiny, and there are two rows of patterns engraved on the edge.

This mirror can reveal the ulterior secrets buried in the heart.

The abbot said in a deep voice, Kukai, you are here to demonstrate.

yes.

Monk Kong Hai stepped forward bravely,

Step on the ban and face the bronze mirror.

The prohibition under his feet bloomed with white light, illuminating his spiritual veins and the prayer beads he was wearing,

And the brilliance of the mirror flowed, showing a picture of a young novice who looked similar to Monk Konghai stealing pastries in the kitchen of the Zhaitang.

The abbot nodded inconspicuously, The secret in your heart is that you violated the Eight Precepts and eating at the wrong time. After the matter is over, go to the Discipline Academy to receive the punishment.

It's the abbot.

Kukai breathed a sigh of relief, took two steps back, and left the range of the copper mirror.

Jiu Fenghai in the corner squinted his eyes and watched for a while, then muttered softly: Jian Xin Jing, it's actually true.

Que Teqin raised his eyebrows and asked, Jianxinjing?

A bronze mirror originally produced in the Yuezhi Kingdom, an ancient country in the Western Regions. A line of characters on the top of the mirror is similar to the Qiang script, which means [There is good in appearance, and there is good in heart. Although you have learned your appearance, you still need to learn from your heart]

It is rumored that this mirror was made by a skilled craftsman for the empress of the country, and it has inexplicably magical properties. Later, the Yueshi was destroyed by the Huns, and the mirror also flowed into the Central Plains.

After causing more than ten bloody battles in the Central Plains and changing several masters, he finally disappeared.

It is only listed as a second-level alienation item in the classics.

When I traveled with the dean, I heard him talk about that period of history.

Unexpectedly, it would fall into the hands of Jialanzong.

Jiu Fenghai said: Thinking about it, those who cause commotion can enter and leave the pagoda at will in front of a few great practitioners, ignoring all kinds of restrictions as nothing.

The usual means of detecting Qihai, Lingmai, and Meridians are definitely not effective for him.

On the contrary, the mirror of the heart may be effective.

After that, he paused for a moment, and muttered: It's just that the scene will definitely not be easy to see.

Jiu Fenghai's words were quickly verified,

Under the supervision of the monk, the pilgrims in the square stepped forward one by one and stood in front of the mirror.

Most of them are devout men and women who are devoted to Zen, but the secrets hidden in their hearts are more bizarre than each other.

Cheating, coming out of the closet, stealing, cheating on imperial examinations, abandoning wives and children, murdering and arson

The illusion in the mirror is vivid, reflecting many ugliness of people.

Okay, I've only been on a business trip for two months, and you're just hooking up! I'm going to kill you!

Ping'er, how could you. Fanyi is your stepmother!

Boss Zhou, you actually took money from people and faked evidence to frame my brother?! Back then when you were desperate, he was the one who helped you!

For a time, the crowd abused, beat, tore, accused,

The scene was chaotic and disorderly.

alright.

Abbot Wu Wu shook his head and said, Kong Hai, go and bring someone to move the boards and build a temporary house. Only one person can enter at a time, and the rest of the pilgrims are not allowed to watch.

As soon as this remark came out, the rest of the crowd who had not been detected all heaved a sigh of relief, and some even knelt on the ground to thank Abbot Wu for his enlightenment.

Oh, what a spectacle. On the surface, they are honest and honest, but they are thieves and prostitutes; on the surface, they are noble, but they are dark and vulgar; on the surface, they are dignified and serious, but they are mean and unscrupulous;

The voice was neither loud nor low, but it was still piercing and clear amidst the pious words.

The square immediately fell silent, and people looked around, trying to figure out who was speaking.

You masters are also people in the formation. Why don't you stand in front of the mirror and take a look at yourself? You should teach yourself to be a fairy, a Buddha, and an adult.

The voice said faintly: Or, the masters don't dare?

Silence, the sound of needles falling in the square,

Whether it was the monks on the stage or the people around them, they all looked in the direction of the sound.

Yang Nineteen, this lame and dumb handyman who works in the Jialan Sect.

He met everyone's eyes and limped forward,

A group of monks immediately picked up sticks and surrounded him like a formidable enemy.

Yang Nineteen?

Sora said in astonishment, What are you doing?

How can you talk? How can you stand up at this time?

The thin and old Yang Jiujiu sighed, Master Kongwo, you are a rare good person in this Jialan sect, there is no need to stay here to be buried with you. Now, run away—if you can escape.

magician!

A monk suddenly shouted loudly, wrapped the long stick in his hand with the wind, and pressed heavily on Yang Jiujiu's neck.

The rest of the companions also acted together, either casting spells or singing Buddhist music.

Yang Jiujiu stood motionless, lowering his eyes calmly.

Swish——

The long stick falling towards Yang Jiujiu was getting slower and slower in the air until it froze. Together with the monk, they froze in place.

Weapons, Buddhist voices, spells, relics, magic tools

Everything stagnated and solidified beside Yang Shijiu,

The furious monks had bulging eyes, opened their mouths, and maintained a static posture.

Yang Jiujiu didn't look sideways, dragged his lame leg, and walked forward slowly. After walking a certain distance, the monks behind him all completed their movements and watched him pouring his attack on the open space in a daze.

The gravel splashes, the smoke fills the air,

The monks who maintain the law and order of the temple, the monks who supervise the precepts, and the seats in charge of the precepts,

More and more monks gathered around Yang Jiujiu,

But around him, there seemed to be an invisible circle surrounding him, freezing all the disturbances that entered the circle.

Whether it is a person or a magic weapon.

What's more, the three elders who guarded the pagoda before failed to stop Yang Jiujiu—they had accumulated Buddha's light in their hands, and they stood still and couldn't move. They watched Yang Jiujiu pass by. The first level is somewhat difficult to climb up the steps.

The long steps were not easy for Yang Jiujiu. He stood in front of the Daxiong Hall, propped his knees and panted for a while, then stood up, and said slowly: It's difficult for the abbot, and he understands the abbot.

Yang Nineteen,

Liao Nan's eyes were cold, What exactly do you want?

I?

Yang Jiujiu paused for a moment, I just want justice.

He turned around, looked at the vast crowd at the bottom of the steps, and said: Galanzong is based in Fenzhou, and the grain store, carriage and horse store, dental store, boat store, wine shop, mansion store, etc. under its name have been established for a year. The income reached 6 million guan,

In addition to this, there are medical expenses for treating people from all walks of life, donations from good men and women in various states, and sales of consecration instruments.

Counting down to more than tens of millions.

How many people's blood and tears were there in the money used to repair the temple's golden body?

Yang Jiujiu paused for a moment, then said slowly: There are three burdens on the people in the past dynasties, taxes, corvees, and government apportionment.

The tax of the Sui State was 20 and 1, which was relatively light, but the corvee was extremely heavy. In a year, there must be one month or half a month of unpaid work for the government.

Time doesn't seem long,

But how could the yamen in various places really abide by it? Inevitably wanton expropriation, asking the people to pave roads and repair canals for his family, even falsely claiming that the quality of the project is poor, requiring rework, corvee in January, forced to delay until March and April, and missed farming.

There is also apportionment,

Stage horse, sprinkler, door bag, long follower.

Officials crossing the border are like locusts, and there are countless reasons to ask for money. It is apportioned on the heads of the common people, apportioned according to the acre of field, and everyone has to pay,

If it is postponed, in front of Lizheng Yamen, officials will send people, they will kick open the gate with shackles, and torture people away.

Yang Jiujiu glanced at the audience, and said expressionlessly, Calculating carefully, a family farming their own land, working day after day, and working hard all year round, can barely make ends meet.

Whenever there is a bad year, or the officials are greedy, they will immediately go bankrupt and become tenant farmers.

Once you become a tenant farmer, you are a tree without roots and a duckweed without water.

In Fenzhou, the one with the most tenant farmers is not the powerful landlords or powerful families, but the Jialan sect.

He pointed to the monks holding sticks, and said calmly: There are tens of thousands of monks in the Jialan Sect, and more than half of them are monks.

It should be noted that only those who have qualified spiritual veins can practice. Most of these monks have no potential for cultivation. The martial arts they learn are not used to deal with monks from other sects, but to deal with tenant farmers.

Tenants who fail to pay rent on time will be fined,

Shareholders hoard grain privately, fight,

The sharecroppers murmur, off,

The tenant farmers' wives and daughters are beautiful, accounting for.

So much so that there is a saying among the people that a good wife plants a good field, and a bad wife plants a bad field.

Tens of thousands of tenant farmers are tens of thousands of slaves, who have been slaves of the Jialan sect for generations. A little bit of resentment will usher in suppression - many times these things don't even need to be done by you Garan monks yourself,

The sects of the rivers and lakes you support can serve you, so that the hands of Buddhist disciples and disciples will not be stained with too much blood.

The trouble has become serious, and the Jialan Sect will step forward again to punish some bullies who were originally raised by you, so as to anger the common people.

As for the government of Fenzhou, they did nothing and even colluded with the Jialan sect.

The former instigates the yamen servants and assigns additional corvees, intentionally causing the self-cultivating farmers to miss the farming season, on the verge of bankruptcy, and unable to pay taxes and apportionments.

The latter took advantage of the situation to lend money, rolling interest, rolling loans,

With the cooperation of the two, within a few years, the self-cultivating farmers will inevitably go bankrupt.

At this time, the Jialan Sect can buy the land at a low price, and continue to expand the Buddha Land of Ultimate Bliss and Buddha Kingdom of Ultimate Bliss.

presumptuous!

A monk couldn't help shouting and cursing: The Dharma is profound, how can you slander it here?!

Yang Shijiu shook his head and said, Slander? If there really is a Buddha with boundless power in the world, if the Buddha is really as merciful and generous as you say, if the Bodhisattva is really as you said, if he ever came back to life—for example, the statue of Wei Tuo Bodhisattva ,

Then how could he allow you to do evil here?

Shouldn't you be imprisoned in the endless hell?

Or do the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas approve of your actions and think that you are practicing the teachings of Buddhism?

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The abbot took a deep breath and said slowly, You are not Yang Shijiu.

Hahaha, of course I'm not.

Yang Shijiu, or the thin old man, said with a bitter smile: Yang Shijiu believes in Zen Buddhism and has been an obedient citizen all his life. Even if his leg was broken by rent-collecting thugs and his throat was hoarse, he is still loyal and trustworthy.

How can I compare with such piety?

I'm just a rebel who doesn't want to be like this.

Maybe this sounded familiar, a monk tried hard to recall, and suddenly his eyes widened, and he said in astonishment: You are Lu Xiucai?

That's right, I'm the Lu Xiucai who refuses to settle down and be an obedient citizen.

The thin old man nodded slowly, I failed the imperial examinations repeatedly, and was ridiculed by my fellow villagers as a scholar and reduced to a tenant farmer. I occasionally help people write letters and copy books to earn money, and the rest of the family depends on my wife's farming and sewing.

I am truly worthy of being a husband and a father.

I went to take part in the prefecture and township examinations, and finally passed the Juren exam. When I got home, I found out that my wife, in order to receive free porridge, accidentally bumped into a certain young novice monk of the Jialan sect in the water and land dojo, and was arrested by the thugs of the Jianghu sect. Put in prison, tortured in every possible way,

My sons and daughters were confined at home and starved to death. When they died, their fingers were bloody and the wooden door was covered with deep scratches.

None of the neighbors was willing to lend a helping hand—it was only because the little novice, who was rumored to be the illegitimate son of Abbot Jialan, was extremely valuable.

When the news came back that I was admitted to Juren, the master of the Jianghu sect immediately came to apologize, sent my wife back, and cut off the thug's two hands.

But what's the use? My wife held the skinny children's corpses, couldn't sleep at night, shed tears all day long, and kept saying that she had harmed them, and died soon after.

I heard that the specific idea of ​​getting someone to help you 'slightly punish' was conceived by that little novice.

So, I'm looking for an explanation.

I rejected everyone who came to the door to be a matchmaker, and carried the ashes of my wife and children to the Jialanzong. The first time and the second time, I was politely persuaded to return.

The third time on the way, a passerby covered his head with a cloth bag, beat him up, and kicked him down the mountain.

They told me to 'don't know good from bad',

I went to the yamen to ask for an explanation, but the chief was sick in bed and refused to see me.

I went to the state government to ask for an explanation, but the state government said that there was something wrong with my provincial examination paper and that my qualification to be a candidate should be rejected.

I went to Chang'an to ask for the Dharma, but was tied to a boat, had one leg broken, and was thrown into the river.

I struggled a lot to climb ashore, thinking that even if I got to Chang'an and rang the Wannian County's vengeance drum, I might not be able to redress my grievances——

The Jialan sect can reach the sky, and the final result,

It's not my fault, it's only the fault of the Jialan sect, the leader of the Zen sect, and the illegitimate son of that abbot.

So, I made a deal with a monster.

The old scholar took out a cloth bag from his bosom and gently unwrapped it. It was filled with fine grains of sand.

Let me drink a vial of blood,

Gave me the ability to speak.

Is the abbot familiar with these sands?

This is.

Abbot Wu, who has always been moody and angry, couldn't help but change his expression, Sands of Time?

That's right, it is the treasure that your Garan Sect has long lost, the Sands of Time.

The old scholar nodded and said: Maha Le Qiduo came to the Central Plains to spread Buddhism, not only brought scriptures, but also brought several magic tools left by the legendary Buddha.

The sand of time has the effect of stagnation and reversal of time,

Cooperate with the Xumi hourglass in your sect's treasure house, and you can turn the river of time around.

As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the audience was shocked.

Everyone is hesitant, or panic, or shocked, or greedy,

Including Xia Jun et al.

Li Ang's heart was filled with shock, and he instantly thought of the mysterious Huai Ling in Chang'an City who claimed to be supernatural.

as well as

The salt-like particles in his arms are very similar to the sands of time.